Severing all Links to the Predator
The first precept of the rule is that everything that surrounds us is an unfathomable mystery. The second precept of the rule is that we must try to unravel these mysteries, but without ever hoping to accomplish this. The third, that a warrior, aware of the unfathomable mystery that surrounds him and aware of his duty to try to unravel it, takes his rightful place among mysteries and regards himself as one. We’re warriors, and warriors have only one thing in mind – their freedom. To die and be eaten by the Eagle is no challenge. On the other hand, to sneak around the Eagle and be free is the ultimate audacity. ~ Florinda, The Eagle’s Gift
It’s difficult for me to admit that I have moments of weakness but I will admit that I have not been impeccable with my energy lately. I have been weak and I have been indulgent and worst of all I have been wallowing in the disgusting morass of self-pity. All of these equal self-importance. Yuck. This has left me feeling powerless, pathetic and toxic and I guess there is no time like the present to release it and move forward as the female warrior that I know myself to be.
Florinda said that her benefactor gave all of them the example of what he meant (regarding the principles of stalking), first by acting out his premises, and then by giving them the warrior’s rationales for his actions. He first drew Florinda to his own battleground where she was at his mercy; he forced her to discard what was not essential; he taught her to put her life on the line with a decision; he taught her how to relax; in order to help her regroup her resources, he made her enter into a new arid different mood of optimism and self-confidence; he taught her to compress time; and finally he showed her that a stalker never pushes himself to the front.
I have found out within the past few weeks that if we, as warriors, falter in these principles of stalking and allow ourselves to spiral down into a state of despair (aka indulgent self-importance), the beautiful lines of awareness collapse into a dense, tangled mess. The luminous fibers that stretch to infinity that we dance upon fall, like broken spider webs, and if we don’t care for the web and fuse the broken filaments to strengthen them once again or weave new strands or create new fibers, we can remain trapped in the dense, tangled mess for as long as it takes to regain our awareness and break free of it.
The tangled mess reeks of the predator, there is too much negativity, fear, doubt, and suspicion lurking there. When we give our power to that we have no choice but to feel powerless, pathetic and toxic. The predator is strong, super strong, and has the capacity to suck us in if we are incapable, even for a minute, of being stronger than it. I can no longer feed the predator nor can I help anyone to strengthen their own stories that are ultimately food for the predator. To do so is too much of a compromise and costs too much. This is why don Juan said that the path of a warrior is a constant battleground.
And so today I declare sovereignty, power-fullness and prepare myself to operate from a mood of optimism and self-confidence. I am a female warrior and my goal is to be strong, to dance with audacity around the eagle, a constant reminder to others not to falter in this wild dance of beautiful and unfathomable mystery that we have no control over.
Through their seeing, sorcerers witness that struggle, and they take their place in it, ready for the worst and without complaining about the result. For their ever-ready disposition for combat, they have won the title of ‘warriors’. A warrior considers the world we live in to be a great mystery, and he knows that the mystery is there to be revealed to those who deliberately look for it. That attitude of audacity will occasionally move the tentacles of the unknown, making the spirit manifest itself. ~ Carlos Castaneda